People in America started by developing the Yellow Turban Army.

"you……"

Chen Ping'an took a deep breath and abruptly changed the subject.

"I told you this history not to tell you how strong my country is."

Rather, I want you to understand a principle—a person who has nothing, once they grasp the hope of survival and the dignity of being human, can unleash a power that no world power can withstand!

The next second, he spoke, and it was a heart-wrenching statement:

"To put it bluntly, there's no difference between you being alive and being dead."

"No home, no food, no place to sleep soundly for a night. Walking on the streets of Los Angeles, even a dog would look down on you."

You are trampled into the mud, living without dignity, and you've almost forgotten that you are even human.

At the bottom of the steps, the homeless people present were persuaded. They thought their hearts had long been numb, but now that their scars had been touched, they still felt pain.

"But the world shouldn't be like this!"

When Chen Ping'an said this, he meant it sincerely; he genuinely believed that the world in the 21st century should not be like this.

Isn't it the most basic requirement to ensure people have enough to eat and wear?

At the moment his emotions surged, the title of "Child of Destiny" in the Taiping Heavenly Book flashed slightly.

The land beneath his feet seemed to resonate more with the energy in his heart at that moment, and the earth's energy surged and slowly seeped into him.

As Chen Ping'an spoke, a feeling of pity arose in his heart, and a faint milky-white light slowly emanated from his body.

The light was not dazzling, and it wasn't even very noticeable, but at this moment, this faint light was exceptionally warm and magical.

The eyes of the thirty-six homeless people present, including Hathaway and Hanks Gan who had sought refuge early on, were already filled with that faint, warm light.

Is this a miracle?

Aside from a miracle, no one could explain what was happening to Chen Ping'an at this moment.

Chen Ping'an seemed oblivious to the strange phenomena surrounding him; his tone even carried a hint of pity due to his intense engagement.

"I will give you land so that you can build your own houses and no longer have to sleep on the streets."

I will give each of you one acre of land, and I will only take one-tenth of the harvest, so that you can grow your own food and eat your fill with your own hands!

"I want you to climb out of the mud, hold your heads high, have your own homes, and your own future. This isn't pity; it's me giving you... a chance to turn your lives around!"

At this point, his tone suddenly turned serious, and his eyes became more solemn:

"But this opportunity could be lost at any moment."

"The Los Angeles gangs have their eyes on this place, on me, and on this last bit of hope you have."

They want to destroy all of this, they want to drive me away, they want to send you back to the streets to continue being their pets, to turn you back into that pile of mud to be trampled on!

"By then, you will have no houses, no land, and no dignity."

Winter is coming. You'll either freeze to death, starve to death, or be trapped in an area by gangsters and turned into a sales site for their inferior enhancement products, ultimately dying a miserable death.

Finally, it was frozen solid, then carried away by the body collectors to be made into a specimen and sold.

"Or, as I've heard these past few days, you're being used as an organ reserve."

Once a match is found, the suitable person among you will suddenly disappear when needed.

"This is what homeless people on the streets of Los Angeles are like; this is what your life used to be like!"

"Are you willing to go back to being mud like you used to be?"

Are you willing to just watch someone steal the job you've just gotten?!

"You had no choice before, and you didn't even have the power to resist."

But now, I'm going to let you choose, and I want to teach you how to rebel!

But now you don't even seem to have the courage to stand up and say a word!

Not to mention rebelling against anyone!

Hanks Gan immediately stood up. He had never wanted to rot on the streets and had voluntarily sought refuge with Chen Ping'an.

At this moment, his chest heaved, and his voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement: "Father! I don't want to live that kind of miserable life anymore!"

I've finally been given the chance to be a human being, and I will never let it go!

"Anyone who tries to take all of this away, I'll fight them to the death!"

Hanks Gan originally wanted to find a way out through Chen Ping'an, especially after seeing Lin Zhiyong, who under Chen Ping'an's appointment, undergo a complete transformation and become a soldier of the gods—an extraordinary figure.

This rekindled a different kind of hope in him!

His life goal has changed from simply surviving and finding a chance to turn his life around to trying to become a soldier of the gods like Lin Zhiyong, or an extraordinary hero like Marvel.

Hathaway also stood up, the 18-year-old girl's eyes resolute, without the slightest hint of timidity:

"I don't want to go back to the streets. A young girl can't survive safely on the streets for more than six months."

I was desperate, but there was nothing I could do. My parents could no longer support me, and they finally kicked me out when I turned 18.

I feel that if I had come of age six months later, it might have been my whole family, not just me, who ended up homeless on the streets.

Yes, I'm an adult!

What if?

My parents gave me $200, which wasn't enough for me to survive on the streets for 10 days.

Just when I thought I was going to end up like my female classmates, standing on the street waiting for someone to pick me up and then pay for the night, the priest gave me a new choice, a new life.

This is my new life!

So, if anyone tries to harm a priest, I will shoot him!

"At worst, I'll go to jail!"

Although Chen Pingan didn't intentionally hire them as shills, their words still had a guiding effect.

Why did the gang target the Eastern priest?

The people present weren't stupid; they could guess that it was most likely because of the holy water!

Only Eastern priests can make holy water.

Capture the Eastern priests and have them produce holy water for them; that would be a huge source of wealth.

But for these homeless people, the absence of Chen Ping'an, this Eastern priest, marks the dividing line between the mud and the dignified.

The homeless man at the bottom of the steps, whose eyes were originally indifferent and cowardly, gradually developed a spark of resistance.

Yes!

They had nothing to begin with, nothing to lose, and now that they had a sliver of hope to live and to live like human beings, how could they possibly give it up?

The worst that can happen is death!

If I go back to the streets and become a piece of mud, will I not have to die?

As mentioned earlier, even mud will die eventually; it's just a matter of whether it freezes to death or starves to death.

It is very likely that he died from hunger and cold, or from ingesting an excessive amount of enhancers, which caused his body to ulcerate.

There are all sorts of ways to die!

Not much difference!

Now, some people want to give them another way of life, while others want to steal this new hope away.

Can you agree to that?

They're just Los Angeles gangs, they're not the only ones with guns. Let's fight!